Snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly people and tweakers... this is for you.
Most if not all of our songs are made short, in a short amount of time. Mistakes are the medium. Music is the tedium. Melissa bangs on her box. Chris is fucked up and fuzzed out. Dimitri would like to drop his trousers to the world. Craig is peeking through his hands in the dark. Sloanerr uses a scalpel AND a hatchet. Dave is enchanting, lovely and muy handsome to all.
If you feeeeeeeeel us and would like to join in on our abbreviated musical wrath, email mdm523@gmail.com.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
I THINK THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME
I'VE BEEN SLEEPING WITH MY GUITAR BECAUSE I'M SO LONELY AT NIGHT. WHO WILL EVER LOVE ME NOW? I'M HOPELESS. OMGZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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